NOAH It was past 4 p.m., and I was on my way to see Claire. If someone had told me a few days ago that I’d willingly go see her, I would’ve laughed—or fought them for even suggesting it. But here I was, headed to the hospital.Dianne had insisted I go alone, and now I was starting to regret agreeing. I didn’t know what to expect. Would I feel sorry for her? What was I even supposed to say?The driver pulled up in front of the hospital not long after. I stepped out and walked straight into the reception area. I told the receptionist I was here to see Claire. Technically, I was supposed to wait until visiting hours, but I guess being somewhat known for my work had its perks—I was allowed in early.I approached her ward and pushed the door open gently, letting it close behind me.She was lying there, eyes shut.Ten years. It had been ten years since I last saw her, and now she was right in front of me—sick, fragile.I just stood there for a moment.“I don’t even know what to say to you,
We landed in Milan about an hour ago. When I picked up my phone, I noticed 21 missed calls from Noah. I couldn’t help but smile—barely a few hours apart and he already couldn’t go a day without me. Still, 21 calls felt intense.We settled into the house, and I couldn’t ignore how restless Richard seemed. He kept checking his phone repeatedly, pacing a little more than usual.“Is everything okay?” He sighed. “A close family friend is terminally ill. It’s been weighing on me.”Before he could say more, the Wi-Fi finally connected. That’s when Noah’s texts flooded in:“Have you left?”“Have you arrived?”“Your phone is off.”“Please call me back.”I immediately tried to call him, but it didn’t go through. Anxiety twisted inside me. It had to be serious for him to try reaching me this many times.“Hey, who’s the person that’s ill?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.“Oh, Dianne,” Richard said gently, “I don't want to bother you with something so heavy. I don't want to cloud our tri
NOAHI sat out on the balcony, sipping my usual glass of whiskey. She’d been asleep for two hours now.Guess I really wore her out with my cock. The thought made me smirk to myself.I’d never cared much about girls who wanted to suck me off—and even after they did, I never bothered about how they felt.But with her, it was different.She was the exception.I hated seeing her look wrecked like that… and yet I loved it.Knowing I was the only man who could make her drop to her knees, eyes full of tears, mouth full of me. It did something to me. It made me love her even more. She looked beautiful like that.Sometimes I wished Richard knew.Knew that I’d been fucking his wife, giving her pleasure in ways he clearly never could.Then maybe he’d stop acting like he was the better man.He always said I was immature and made me feel less if a man. But if he was so much of a man, why couldn’t he make his own wife feel anything?Yeah, it was a contract marriage, I know. But if he had even a sh
It’s Friday, and our flight to Italy takes off this evening. I’ll be leaving with Richard. But this… this was harder than I thought it would be. I really believed I could handle the breakup—that I could walk away from Noah without falling apart. But I was wrong. He was all I could think about… even when I didn’t want to. It was for the best though, right? I loved him—but he had this way of making me feel small. Like I was never enough. How do you claim to love someone and still find ways to break them down every chance you get? He hadn’t called me since. And I was tempted to go see him. But I didn’t. Because I knew what he’d say. That I only came back for sex. Why did he always go there? Was that really what he thought of me? That all I ever wanted from him was his body? My fingers hovered over his name on my call screen. Should I call him? Why couldn’t he call me for once? Maybe he’d moved on. Maybe he was already with someone else. After all, I was t
NOAHOur affair had officially hit the three-month mark.I was surprised… and weirdly proud.Proud that I’d managed to keep her this long—despite how messed up I could be most of the time.But none of that seemed to matter.She loved me.I took another drag of my cigarette as I lay there, tangled up with her.Her hair was soft against my skin, and just breathing in her scent. That addicting scent made everything feel right.My fingers lazily traced circles on her skin.She chuckled and smiled. But I knew it wouldn’t last.In a few minutes, she’d get up, start dressing, and return to him.Back to the life that wasn’t mine.I closed my eyes, trying to push the thoughts away before they came tumbling out of my mouth and ruined everything.Ruined this moment.“Hey, you okay? That’s a little tight.”My eyes snapped open.I hadn’t even realized I was holding her that tightly.“Sorry,” I muttered.“It’s fine.”“Do you want to have kids?”She shifted slightly, just enough for me to feel the c
4th of July The warm afternoon breeze brushed against my skin as I stood out in the garden, taking in all the decorations and the beauty of it all.Today was the Fourth of July, and we were preparing for lunch—a tradition we’d upheld for the past three years.Richard had planned a private lunch for the two of us beforehand… but so had Noah.And for the sake of keeping up appearances, I had to cancel Noah’s.I knew he’d be upset about it, but I hoped he’d understand.I hated missing out on moments with him—it always felt like I was missing a piece of myself.With him, I was whole.I wished things were better between him and Richard.If they were, we’d be able to see each other more often—freely, without hiding or guilt.But they weren’t. And Richard was hardly ever around.Whenever I tried to bring it up, Richard would brush it off, like none of it mattered.How could someone care so little about his own son?He claimed I was helping Noah become a better person.Maybe I was.Maybe, if